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OOGM: Here's the roster. I'll try to have it on each page for your convience:
1- Veteran Sergeant Yan Solar - Zero-Peon
2- Second-In-Command / Rifleman - Sven Cnutsson - Carcaroth
3- Heavy Weapon Trooper Reinhardt Schroeder - InUoTaBeRu
4- Heavy Weapon Loader / Rifleman - Heinrich Meckelburg - Colonel Kraken
5- Special Weapon Trooper John Hass - Inquisitor_Zoctan
6- Medic / Rifleman Kimo Tivan - pheonix5
7- Demolitions Trooper / Rifleman Ivan Jaira - TheSlayer
8- Vox-Operator/ Rifleman - Rufas FarShadow - Space Cow
9- Scout / Rifleman Lucas Leof - Ulf Thunderclap
10- Sniper Marcos Ardent - Macharius Ravendark
Here goes nothing...
If you have any questions ask them in OOC posts, but try not to spam the thread up to much...
Base Omega, Imperial Navy Forward Air Base, Neverskar.
0900 Local Time
The assorted men of Squad 018, 27th Harakoni Warhawks, shuffle into the briefing room, at once noticing the oppressive heat and humidity in the normally cool room. The room is dark except for a flickering pict-screen in the front of the room. Those of you in the back are having a hard time seeing around the tall members in front, as the benches make it hard to see the front.
A major you have never seen before walks into the room from behind you, after first saluting your new Commissar, Yeltsin, whom you know will be watching you from behind with an eagle eye.
The major walks up to a lectern, whacks it irritably with the butt of a bolt pistol, instantly commanding your attention. The pict-screen flickers to life behind you, giving you a map you have never seen before.
"I'm Major Strom. As you know, the Orks have forced us to a stalemate. We are preparing for a lightening thrust back into the Vinka Forest. All of the 27th will be combat jumping tomorrow, at around 0600. You will be jumping to clear out an area and be our recon team at 2350. You need to sabotage the comm lines and supply routes. The Orks are lazy with their guard, and these positions will probably only be guarded by grots. That is all I can tell you at this time. Further details will be given to you by me in flight."
At this, several of you sit up and blink your eyes in disbelief. A major, not even a drop-company major, accompanying us onto the Valykrie? Seeing your surprise, the major speaks again.
"Yes, I will be going unto the Valykrie. I'm not sure why, but orders came down from very, very high up. Any questions? If not, we will proceed to the armory, where you will be geared up for stealth.
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Sorry but that was very funny.Those of you in the back are having a hard time seeing around the tall members in front, as the benches make it hard to see the front.
Macors stands up, a black cigarette burining between his lips.
'If all we're doing is clearing up some grots why are you coming? I won't question orders, i plan to do my service and get out, hell id rather be here than back in the penal legions. All i know is i'm getting a bad feeling about this already.'
<span style='color:red'>"Right lads, lets make a tactical advance to the rear of our posistion"
"Errr do you mean run away?"
"Thats the one"</span>
"Oh man, look at that."
"Over there, by that river of boiling souls."
"Well I'll be damned... it's a Starbucks."
<a href='http://www.freewebs.com/ravensdark/' target='_blank'>THE SOUL REAVERS</a>
<a href='http://www.freewebs.com/gaeisia/index.htm' target='_blank'>GAESIA</a>
IC: Lucas stared in disbelief his cig fell into his lap and cought on his oilly trench coat. Putting it out he looked over at Marcos and wouldered how he was keeping his cool, Grots just grots this is not a very good reason.
"Meh, If we are going in what are we going to kill, A Boss or something?"
He started to get up but he decided to stay...
John was dumbstruck. 'I was transferred for this!' John thought to himself but decided to play along with the major, to make sure he did not upset major strom's superiors and get the major in trouble.
No matter the race
He who sheds blood with me here today
Shall be my kinsmen eternal
Forged in battle and bonded in blood
With oaths of friendship and loyalty
As long as our races shall last
Ivan was in the back, leaning against a rear wall, his hands dug deep into his tight pants pockets. He payed utmost attention to the major, thinking back the commands in his head before he shifted his weight away from the wall. He didn't really have any sort of an opinnon, the mission was the mission. The whining of his team mates caught his attention for a second, but he decided not to pay to much attention to them right now, he streatched slightly, waiting for the Major to answer the questians before following him to the armoury.
Reinhardt sat quietly in the back, not really listening to anything (he only heard "Orks", "Grots", and "more directions in flight"), just playing with his marker...he wrote down the words "never knows best" on his forearm, and started absent-mindedly twirling it. He thought about whether or not he would rather be back at the orphanage or not and decided that being part of the Imperial Guard sucked about as much. As his large childlike green eyes scanned the room, the pen spun out of control, flying across the room to hit some poor unsuspecting stranger in the head.
Kimo is in the 4th row of the cramped makeshift auditorium listening to the orders from the major. The mission sounds easy, but with orks, you never know. Why is the major coming? There may be more to this than squad knows. Oh well, he will just carry out his job to the fullest of his ability, and hopefully he would not have to use his surgical scissors that he was absent-mindedly twirling in his fingers. He then stood up and filed out on his way to the armoury.
<span style='color:purple'>3rd Company Raven Guard Space Marines-</span><span style='color:red'>in surgery</span>
<span style='color:green'>512th Cadian Orbital Defence-</span><span style='color:orange'>under construction</span>
<a href='http://www.bungie.net/Stats/PlayerStats.aspx?player=Redhawk%2011' target='_blank'>Xbox Live Stats</a>
Reinhardt looked shiftily over at Kimo after glancing around to see that whoever had been hit didn't notice him.
"A--A--Aren't th-th-those s-ssss-ss-s-supposed-d t-t-to b--b-be st--st-st-sterile-le?"
He inquired, pointing at the scissors.
OOC: Type in past tense ALL THE TIME, dude. It really messes with people's thought processes. And use quotes or italics or SOMETHING when you're writing down direct quotes from the character's thoughts or speech.
IC: Rufas was in the back of the room, smoking some Cigars. His was dieing out, so he threw it at a Newbie infront and blamed it on Kimo, although his words werent to make much effect, no-one was listening to him, only to the Major.
" A Valkyrie should be a larf, Grots, Guns and and Anti-Gravs, Im beggining to like the sound of this mission. . . "
Yan is ready to get equiped. He listens to the others chat but doesnt jpin in. He's not interested in mindless chatter, more mindless killing. Something tells him there will be more than just grots, which pleases him. Grots are no fun.